Legend

Battle Training Day 6 in Basrello. On this day, Ray and Basrello. And Seto's appearance was rarely found throughout the city, not in the Baron Cisne family.

We continued to be blessed with sunny weather yesterday, and two and one are moving towards their destination as the bright sunlight sets.

But naturally, if Ray and Seto were walking around the city, there would be people calling out.

"Oh, isn't that Ray? Long time no see. What do you want me to do? Buy it as usual?

"Oh, Ray. Garm birds are the main sandwich today, but what do we do?

A healthy old man in his 50s selling skewers in a stall can speak up, or recommend a garm bird sandwich to a woman in her 20s selling sandwiches in the stall next to it.

A garm bird, by the way, was monstered by a chicken. It has the fatal disadvantage of not being able to fly through the sky, and the attack itself is a delicious monster in the literal sense for low-ranking adventurers, because the meat is so delicious that even Rank G adventurers can easily defeat it.

He is called out that way and walks all over the city buying in skewers and sandwiches as usual.

"Look, Basrello. Eat, too."

That's what I said, Ray passing freshly baked Fangboree skewers to Basrello.

Next to it, Seto was eating a garm bird sandwich glued and throated.

I saw that. Isn't Basrello eating together for a moment? And I thought to myself, I just didn't have the courage to ask that, so I went along with Ray all over the city as I did.

(Ah, delicious)

Still dripping fat, eating freshly baked Fangboree skewers happily.

And straight down Central Avenue, it was the Adventurer's Guild that eventually arrived.

"... sir? I still decided to be an adventurer."

Speak up as Basrello panicked to Ray, who, as usual, breaks up with Seto and tries to head inside the guild.

But Ray puts his hand on Basrello's head like that to reassure him.

"I'm not here to register as your adventurer.... or you wouldn't normally let a kid like you register as an adventurer"

"Oh, right.... Phew."

Basrello hears Ray's voice and exhales unexpectedly in relief.

I smile as I see things like that, and I hang my hand on the door of the guild.

"What I need today... is an Alliance training ground"

That's how to get inside the open guild, Ray walks in with Basrello.

"Training grounds?

Basrello also follows Ray as he leans his neck.

Anyway, if you're just gonna train, there's a backyard for Baron Cisne's house. Of course, it's not that big of a run around to be able to act, but it's still somewhat wide. Yet Basrello didn't know why he bothered to come all the way to the guild.

Still, I guess I followed Ray into the guild without complaining about anything in particular, because I still have respect for Ray after all the combat training I've had so far.... I don't know what would happen if Ray found out yesterday in combat training that the way he used to dodge and build his defenses was what he thought of in the comics.

"Wow.... This is Gil... D?

On the temptation he heard as soon as he entered the guild, Basrello almost accidentally leaked his breath of admiration, but soon the look becomes like he saw something strange. At any rate, it is only from the liquor stores that are co-located in the Alliance that you hear the blurring. There are only a few figures near the reception of the guild at heart. That's where Ray was already moving in and talking to the receptionist, but even if I put that in, there's about four of us.

"Uh... that?

As he looks around confused, he sees a drunken adventurer-like figure approaching him so unrestrained that Basrello stays on the spot and waits for his opponent.

I guess it comes close to me, so what can I do for you? That's what I decided, but it was right in a way, wrong in a way.

"Hey, why is the kid in a place like this? Look, just go home and suck on your mom's tits."

"Huh!? What did I just say?"

To a sudden insult, Basrello's cheek turns red.

Especially bad for putting out the word mother. For Basrello, the mother didn't exist when she was intentional. In other words, that's all I admire. There was no way I could keep my mouth shut, ridiculing the existence of such longing.

"Huh? I didn't hear you. So Chuka? Boy says to go home."

A drunk who tells you to make an obvious fool of yourself. And the fellow man who remained at the table where the drunk sat, watching Basrello dye his cheeks red with anger, just laughing that it was a good liquor dish.

"Huh!?

I just reached for my hip sword...

"This is it as soon as you take your eyes off it"

A hand stretched from the side holds down the sheath of Basrello's sword with his sigh.

"Absolutely. Drinking and making noise is fine, but don't do ugly imitations"

"Ahem!? What do you look great in front of you..."

Because I'm drunk, Ray says I'm there... and I guess I don't realize he's the one in this Gilm city adventurer who shouldn't be entangled in a detour. A man who stares at a petty opponent in the way of his own pleasure as he punches him down with his bragging arms all the time.

But the fellow men who watched it went from a delightfully laughing state a few seconds ago to a suddenly drawn laugh, and they immediately wake up when it comes to drunkenness. Yes, my fellow men weren't completely drunk yet, unlike the man tangled up to Basrello. I didn't even imitate Ray to overlook his existence.

……

Chirali, and Ray, who looked at the men like he was frightened. The men, who understood the meaning of that gaze, namely, 'Do something about the man in front of you', rise out of the chair and come towards the Rays as they panicked.

"Hey, Plage. Drunk is good. Come on."

"Yes, yes. You, you know who you're tangling with?

"Look, come here anyway. You know what happens when you get drunk and make a scene here, right?

The man, drunk and dyeing his face bright red, turns a frigid glance at such companions.

"Ahem? You think I'm going to make a scene with these kids?

"No, because I get it. Look, let's go. Boy, I'm sorry. This guy was drunk, too. Besides, I didn't even know the boy knew Ray. Now forgive me. It's a nuisance."

One of the men hands it to Basrello when he takes a piece of silver out of the pocket of a man called Plage.

"Whoa, why did you take the liberty of coming from my purse..."

Plage tries to call, but at the next moment he is held down by his mouth at the hands of his fellow men, and at the same time he is pulled straight to the table.

……

The man smiles bitterly and bows his head to Basrello, who stares at himself silently.

"Look, he said it was bad. Nothing. We're not stupid enough to sell a fight to someone Ray knows. Please, why don't you take this and hand it to me?

If you try to be a man, you know the existence of an eagle claw who took all the property that sold Ray a fight. So if the price involved in Ray's acquaintance is one silver coin - and that's not my own gold either - then I was fortunate to be unhappy.

"Take it."

"Doctor, but..."

He was a baslero who looked disgusted by Ray's words, but lost Ray's gaze and receives a silver coin offered reluctantly.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. I'll tell him when he wakes up drunk."

Saying so, the man returns to the liquor store.

Dropping that off, Ray vents a small sigh to the back door of the guild. Then we get out of there and head to the training ground.

Basrello also followed Ray with an unconvincing look.

"Mr. Ray!

Rey and Basrello arrived at the training ground. And one voice greets Seto, who came with two people, whether they were free or not.

The Lord of that voice was a yellow-haired man who looked slightly older than Ray. And there's a thin sheath hanging on its hips that I don't think will have a very long sword in it.

(Estock? Looks like he's got a special weapon for a long time... a friend of the teacher's? I'm probably more of an adventurer than I am here.)

Basrello whines inside as he sees the person who welcomed us.

Neither did he seem particularly concerned about Basrello's question, and Ray raised his hand to the person at the training center and spoke up.

"Hasta, I'm sorry to call you so suddenly."

"No, never mind. Even for me, I have to be cautious about taking requests during the winter, and more importantly, I need to go hunting monsters in that state. I'd rather ask you to move your body."

"... isn't it tough to crusade monsters with solos even though it's winter?

Because he grew up in the Northeast Mountains and knows how harsh winter is, Ray decided to stop getting requests to crusade monsters this season. Yet if Hasta, who is inferior to himself in combat and has no partner like Seto, were told to do it, she would be just as worried and shouted.

Hasta shakes her head while smiling bitterly at Ray's words like that.

"Of course I'm not thinking about solo at this time of year because it's just reckless. You're throwing an extraordinary party with someone who's feeling short of money. Now, to this extent... is that your child?

Hasta turning her gaze to Basrello and asking.

"Oh, it's a request from the Alliance, about a week, but I'm supposed to train in combat. Basrello, this is Hasta. Solo's Rank D Adventurer. After yesterday's training, I negotiated for you to help me with today's training."

"Nice to meet you! My name is Basrello Cisne. I'm just giving Mr. Ray combat training now!

Hasta's eyes are inadvertently opened to the peppery and momentum-lowering Basrello.

"Having a last name means..."

"Oh, he's the son of a baron."

"It's also... such a nobleman often imitates Mr. Ray in combat training..."

Knowing that Ray's prey is Death Sickle, Hasta unwittingly turns her gaze toward Basrello. But it's a little short for Basrello to hang from his hips, but still a sword. I don't care what you think. I'm not a big sickle like Death Size.

I guess you understood what that gaze meant. Ray smiles unexpectedly.

"Well, for that reason, I was hoping to give Hasta a hand today. I can't use a sword, so it's a distorted way of teaching. It's my style in the first place."

"If that's what you mean, my sword is the same as the Adventurer's predecessor taught me, right? Once the senior taught me, he firmly completed swordsmanship in some genre around the senior..."

"Regards!

Basrello, who was listening to the two conversations, bows his head big.

Even for Basrello, Ray's training has taught me the importance of defense and dodging, and I understand that it's becoming my own flesh. Still, it's also true that Ray's weapon is the Great Sickle, and it's not enough if you try it as a baslero with a sword.

... If I were to say that to Ray the most, I would feel that he would be thorough enough to stop saying the word "not enough," so I can't say it.

"I get it. Then I'll deal with him. [M] Can we do a mock fight?

"Yes, that's what my teacher tells me."

"Right.... Well, call me."

Slali, says Hasta as he pulls his estock out of his sheath and stands up.

Basrello finds no slight gap in its structure, breathtaking. Still turning his gaze toward Ray, he sees him snort and pulls his sword out of his hip sheath.

(Is this the rank D adventurer other than the teacher? It's very powerful.)

Exhale with admiration in your heart and cry out loud to inspire yourself, even as you are barely pressured by that figure who stands ready to poke estock out at any moment.

"... I'm going!

With that voice, he packed a kick in the ground and flashed on the horizontal giraffe. It was the late blow that we decided it was not possible to take that blow first with a weapon specializing in a poke called estock. Indeed, it is difficult to accept a sword with an estock that is very thin in its fullness. But then you just have to take it.

Hasta doesn't look particularly surprised, but pulls one step backwards and chooses to dodge. The moment Basrello's sword passed right in front of him, he quickly stepped out and protruded Estoc, and at the next moment his sword tip was stuck in such a position as whether to contact or not Basrello's neck muscles.

"There's a lot of sharpness in the attack, but there's too much consciousness going on over there. You should be a little more conscious about defense."

Thus, the sixth day of training went only to winds such as Basrello, flirting with even sharp attacks of Hasta, laying on the ground with Ray, who watched it from the side and sometimes cautioned, and Seto, who was half asleep.